Yarn Along: knitterly self-doubt and more poetical swooning

I'm stuck in that what-next knitting rut.  Again.  I know I have a billion projects queued, but none of them are really singing to me...  Except this darn cute fox, which is scaring me a little, but I have the pattern and the needles, and, well, OK, *kind* of have the yarn...

The cream yarn is alpaca blend superwash sock, all ready for me to re-skein and dye especially to make Intrepid.  I just need time to get near the dye pot!

The mixed-breed sock yarn was totally an impulse buy.  Goodness but it is so so beautiful.  I can't decide if it will turn itself into something fabulous, or receive a dye treatment - possibly teal natural dye?

Anyhow.  Um, what *have* I been making?  I did make this, in a couple of hours, for Jenna.


And I finished that silk Aviatrix for my tiny new nephew.  Isn't he perfect?


Oh, and in a fit of madness, I started freeforming from some felted knitwear.  I worked on it passionately for about two hours, then kinda lost the love.  Give me time to think through the next steps, and I'll get back to you.  It *is* going to be am-A-zing though, honest.


When I say I'm still continuing my teenage love affair with Emily Dickinson, I hope you understand.  My spirit is fed by such perfect imperfect words.  I keep meaning to start something else, but thinking "I'll read one more", and putting the poetry down at least ten pages later feeling full yet light.  I just read "Mushroom" - the phrase "an alibi postdated" made my soul leap!